Frederick Philip Grove
THOUGHTS
(IM 1-14)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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PREFACE[1] by Frederick Philip Grove Oh that my voice were a stout[2] battle call To wake sleep-walkers from their work or play--[3] Or sudden[4] burst of thunder from a squall Of shaggy cloud in heaven's pale disarray--[5] Or the deep roar of waves that shake the shore And scatter spray aloft with shattering shock-- Or the great rumble of mountains such as pour Fire from their rifts, and smoke, and molten rock-- Or the shrill trumpet that awakes the dead So that they shiver from their gaping[6] graves; To face a new dawn, dying; anew with dread As heavenly heralds herd them with their staves! Then would that voice be fitting for this verse Which I would make[7] a lasting monument To tell posterity in accents terse How one man felt whom God[8] had bent and rent. In Memoriam 1